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Hi ya. I took like .. 4 maybe 5 days off from writing 'Watch, But Won't Touch" to read over and edit an old short story. I gave it a new name, a new cover and then the whole pdf-ing process and then replacing of the original version with this new version. Lucky me, I only had it in two places. If I have a copy of it here, I'm not going to track it down and just leave it as part of history. This post will let you know that this story is out there, and that I have fixed/updated it. Why did I do this? And why did I do it now? Well it was the title. This old story was named "Look, But Don't Touch". See? It was too close to the current story and as I got closer to the end, it really started to bug me. I also never liked the title. Ever. So this gave me a great chance/reason to change it. So I had to change the title. And since this story had a cover, I had make a new cover. Once the cover was finished that left the story itself. I was disappointed...

When I was finished eating and we both used the bathroom, we were off to the beach. It wasn't the same route we took the first time. We stayed in the town a bit longer this time, but when Dad pulled up to a supermarket I understood why. We got a six-pack of sprite and four more bottles of flavored water. When we were in the car again, Dad took a right and after four or so blocks. I finally saw the sea as we got onto the highway. Twenty minutes later we were pulling to a stop in a nearly full parking lot. We each carried a bag and a towel as we walked towards the umbrellas and hoped two were still free. I was starting to think that we would have to lay our towels in the shade of the pier that was on the far end of the beach when two girls packed up their things and left. Right in front of us. Score. We quickly claimed the chairs before anyone else did. The shadow cast by my umbrella started about mid-thigh when I was laying on the lounge chair once I had ditched my shirt. ...

I woke up today feeling good. Rested, and almost completely ache free. I sat up and looked around. Dad was still sleeping but light filled the room. I checked the time and it was almost eight am. I entertained the idea of ordering breakfast for both of us, but I didn't know what he would have liked. So I got up and made my way into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and used the toilet before taking a shower. I was back in the bedroom area pulling on my shorts when my Dad finally woke up. "Morning," I told him as he looked in my direction. "Morning," he answered back as he rubbed his face. "You're up early," he stated as he sat up. "I was thinking of spending some time by the pool, or going to the beach again," I told him. "Unless," I hedged my answer as I waited to find out if my Dad and the guys had already made plans. "Nothing," Dad said before he swung his feet over the edge of his bed. "I was th...

I stopped writing this story to make the covers. I have mentioned that I don’t like the pic that I post with this story anymore. So, the next post for this story should be the last part. I haven’t started, never mind finished it to say for sure, but in preparation of that post, whatever it happens to be, you can read through the whole story HERE in order and with links to the next part of the story. I do apologize for any mistakes that you find in the story. I will read it over and catch some of them before I PDF the whole thing into a book like I did with Summer Job. So, there you go. Oh, in case you are wondering where the other warning is, ‘This story is meant for adults etc.” that will be after the cover in the PDF version. So before the story starts that warning will be seen. Not many people will see or even look at the back cover unless someone prints it out the whole thing.

Melissa demanded that David lick her then and there to apologize for what he did. David looked around before he reached for her skirt and pulling it down to her ankles. Melissa fell back onto the seat he had found her occupying when he walked into my back yard. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, which was normal for all of us here. When Gina pulled out her cell to start recording, the rest of us moved out of the shot and watched as Kelly pulled off her shirt, and played with her nipples as her husband ate her out during our little party. Every time Melissa moaned, more and more couples pulled away from the main group to explore somebody's body. I did a quick sweeping glance and saw gals on guys and guys all over their gals. The triads tried to use one of their partners as some kind of shield as if we couldn't understand what was going on behind them. The swingers were more open in their, appreciation, of the show that Melissa and David were giving us. When Melissa star...

Someone was playing with my hair again. I turned and pressed my face into their hand and kissed the palm before I opened my eyes to see who it was. I froze when I saw my Dad looking down at me. "How are you feeling?" he asked me instead of being mad at the level of affection I showed him. Unknowingly, but still. "Ok," I said not being able to think of what else to say. "Maybe a little tired," I added as I fished around for something more to say. "Hungary?" he asked as he leaned back a bit. I wondered what time it was. How long ago did Sam leave? I quickly found the clock this time as I looked to my side. It was after six o'clock. I think I was sleeping for over two hours but I wasn't sure. "Maybe," I said as I questioned my body. Yeah, I felt it there. I was hungry. "A little hungry," I said as I looked back up at him. "Let me know what you want," Dad said as he stood and walked over to the land...

-:Father's POV:- Throughout the day I watched the streaming video as it was saved and remotely cut it once their hour was up. I would then go to the bathroom to take care of myself and then watch over Richard as he took a nap for a few minutes. I would then start the count down for the next hour. Each time someone came back, lots were cast to see who would go next and that person would do what they wanted for the rest of the day. Stay and hang out, go to their rooms and sleep or get something to sleep. A few wanted to see how their video turned out but they weren't allowed the watch the whole thing since I had to be monitoring the live feed for when the next guy's hour started to hit the record button. The next guy was chosen with lots. Robin had set it up. He used spoons. Those white disposable ones. He marked the handle with a red marker he happened to have had in his bag. I held them this morning to see who would win the honor of seeing Richard wake up. Once A...

-:Father's POV:- Alic told a joke that had me laughing into my drink as I tried to drink it. When I finally managed to touch the glass to my lips Kent tapped me on the arm. I turned to look at him and he pointed towards the entrance. For a moment I thought I would see Richard there trying to get my attention, but instead, there was Robin walking towards us. "Hey Robin," I said when he was closer. "What do you want to drink?" I asked as he took a seat at our table. I noticed when Kent waved our waiter over at the same time. "What are you guys having?" Robin asked instead of giving me an answer. "I'm drinking an Old Fashioned," I said as I lifted it for another slip. "A coke," Alic admitted to. "A Whisky Sour," Kent chimed in with. "All over the place, I see," Robin commented. The waiter arrived and he turned to Robin right away and waited to be told what he wanted to drink. "I think I...

Hi again.  👋 You may have notice that I didn't list a few things in the categories I set up the other day. Mostly where they were just me talking to anyone that might have come by, like now. Updates about stories. Problems that I've run into. News type stuff. Most of which I seemed to now post over at Wattpad these days since I've mostly left this site as something of a home base to find all my work. But this has something to do with this site, so I'm talking to the masses again. Like the title said, this is about the stories group titled "The Stories Of Maids". When I listed the other stories, I jumped over this. One there are so many that I have to put them all in one place. Two, they cover a lot of ground. I can't pic one category to stick it into. Three, I'm suppose to be making a book out of them so I wouldn't have to. So how would I describe the stories? Nudist lifestyle? Yes and no. Sex for money? Also yes and no. Sexually free. Co...

Hello.  👋 I just realized that I hadn't gotten around to making a book out of Summer Job when I was sorting out my stories here. You can see the link to that page in the top left hand corner with all the colorful circles. So in between doing that, and kinda writing/re-writing a story, I read over all the parts, made changes, copy and pasted to a word processor, did the formatting, tracked down a decent bit of clip art for the cover. Made a front and back cover then merged everything together. So there you go. If you can't see it, let me know. I have no issues with e-mailing you a copy if you want it. Summer Job by JemGirl on Scribd

-: Father's POV:- I watched everything from my seat as the night wore on. The only times that I got up was when I wanted a new drink and when I had to use the bathroom while everyone was taking a breather. Other than Richard's first time with Jimmy, he was the center of attention for at least two of the men at a time, for the rest of the night. Those who didn't have their hands, or mouths on him, nevermind a cock in one of his holes, stood around jerking off to what I was recording. During my quick bathroom breaks, I didn't just pee and no one would be surprised to learn that. Every time I cleaned up I was surprised that my pants remained as dry as they did. Hour after hour, they hid every instance I creamed my shorts at seeing Richard climax. When I watched him suck on a cock until he swallowed what he earned. As I listened to his moans as they got louder with each ass pounding he was ready for and wanted more of. As if that wasn't a test in keeping m...